It's your fault

Chapter twenty-three: Cupcakes

Alice P.O.V

"Alice wants red velvet cupcakes, you do that and I'll be back later."

Taretto speaks to the person who has just entered the kitchen.

"Yes sir." Once Taretto leaves it's just me and my cupcake maker.

"Demetrius you don't strike me as a guy that can bake or cook at all really." I tease him. He gives me that evil look along with a smile. "Well maybe you should take the time to get to know someone." He has a lot of nerve saying this to me.

"Okay, let's start with you. Are you a psychopath or something?" He frowns his brows at my remark. "I don't think I am." He laughs. "Why, do you think I am?" He asks as he reaches up into a cabinet to fetch whatever he needs to make my cupcakes that I'm craving so desperately for right now.

"I don't know you changed back there when my boyfriend came over." I watch him as he gathers everything. "What do you mean?" What does he mean what do I mean? He really must be crazy.

"Me and you were having a regular conversation before Ethan came over then you turned into a complete asshole just like that." I snap my fingers to emphasize the 'just like that'.

"Oh yeah well the guys in this house don't take well to outside guys. Like I said before I'm just like the others, I'm not as bad as most of them but I'm not an angel either." He places a huge mixing bowl onto the marble countertop.

At least he's being honest I rather him tell me the truth then to lie and say something like he's a Boy Scout that helps little old ladies cross the street.

"Why did you need to say those things to my boyfriend you could have just not have said anything to him at all." He starts putting all the ingredients into the big bowl. "That's what we do we piss guys like him off." He looks up at me for a second with a gleam in his eyes.

"Guys like him?" I shake my head in confusion as I watch him stir the velvety mixture. "Your boyfriend Ethan isn't much different from all of us in here trust me." He licks some of the mix off of his finger and gets the muffin pan and starts pouring it in.

When the bowl is mostly empty he licks the spoon. "Do you want to lick the bowl?" He holds the bowl up slightly. I always have liked licking the bowl after making a cupcake mixture.

"No I-" he cuts me off once again. "Come on Alice I know you want to." He teases me by waving the bowl in my face. "I can tell by the way you've been watching me make it or maybe you were just watching me, thinking about me fucking you right here on the counter."

He gives a sly smirk. Where in the hell did that come from? This dude must be bipolar. Saying nothing I just take the bowl and use my finger as a spoon.

He lets out a very short laugh then puts the pan in the oven and comes back over taking a seat on one of the large stools. He turns in his seat leaning one arm on the cold counter. To be honest he is a very good looking nineteen year old.

He watches me with a slight smile on his face. Then he reaches his hand into the bowl getting some mix on his finger.

He slowly brings that hand to his mouth and pauses staring at me while I stare right back, my pointer finger still in my mouth. I'm frozen as I watch him place his finger slowly in his mouth and just as slowly if not slower slide it right back out.

Not like that.

His face like stone as he looks at me through his brown eyes.

"You okay?" He speaks, breaking my focus of his finger licking. "What?" My brain scrambled. "Are you okay, you seem distracted."